Michelle even rubbed my crotch several times in the process, setting the stage for a masturbation session that evening.Michelle and I went shopping on...Monday, looking for various things we’d need for the wedding. It was basically an uneventful day.Doc returned from work about 8pm that evening. He had a general practice but also taught one class a week per semester at the med school. Doc looked disgusted and fixed a drink. Somewhere around 9pm, Doc asked if he could see me in his study. I guess. Opening up her eyes, she stared at him as he continued to trace the art on her body. ‘John, I’m sorry. I know that I’m not what you fantasized about anymore.’ He continued to trace her tattoos, even rolling her over on to her stomach so that he could trace the ivy on her back. ‘John, I know that you liked how I looked before. Before… before the tattoos, and before I got so skinny.’ Her voice was quiet. He continued to trace the tattoos with his fingers, as he began to kiss and caress another. I woke up at like 2:30 to get something to drink i start toward the kitchen but am distracted when i get downstairs. My sister was passed out on the floor with a little cot she made and her friend is passed out on the couch. Cat was sleeping on her back with one arm behind her head proping it up, and the other hanging of the couch. I leaned in and kissed her,and when i did i smelled the alcohol on her. They had been drinking, i went up to room and looked under my bed. I took a sip of the vodka. She was holding me by cross hands and pulling me closer not even to maintain a gap.Slowly I placed my hands on her breast. I pressed them a softly to which she jerked. She moaned in a slow voice. I can’t explain that moment in her words. I was in full mood. She was wearing a sari. I slowly removed her pallu and started removing her blouse hooks one by one.In a flash of a second, her boobs poked out with a red bra. I was struck by seeing those boobs. I removed her bra in a second and checked her.